Page 57 of Just Like Summer

“I told you,” she breathed.

“Aight, baby,” he nodded with a devilish smirk. “Turn around. Don’t give me that look either.”

She squinted at him before turning around and nipping a smirk. Cairo hooked her panties and tore them off. He boxed her in again, his dick applying pressure and parting her lower lips.

“If this is what you wanted, all you had to do was say it,” he groaned at the feel of her heat sucking him in inch for inch. “But you want to do shit the hard way.”

He leaned down more, turned her face to him so he could kiss her lips. Slow strokes caused her mouth to fall open and beautiful moans and winces flowed into the side of his face.

“Arch that back for me, let me all the way in,” he groaned. “This what you wanted, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” she groaned, holding on to the blanket and arching her back. “I missed you.”

“You had to be stubborn, though? You can tell me whatever,” he groaned in her ear. “Whatever and you don’t have to be scared of the answer. You hear me, baby?”

“Y-yes. I hear you,” she whined.

“Good. Match my rhythm. Throw that pretty ass back,” he coached, leaning back to guide her hips. “Look at you. Learning.”

Kamilla found the rhythm of his stroke and threw her head back. “Fuck.”

Cairo wrapped his hand around her throat and kissed her. “She can cuss.”

“You’re so – so deep.”

“I told you I was gonna pull that shit out of you,” he huskily grunted, grinding into her. “I need you to tell me what’s on that beautiful mind.”

“I-ss-mm. Cai Baby, please.”

He nipped her chin. “Nah. I gave you a chance to get out of this. Now, use that pretty mouth and say what it is.”

Cairo didn’t offer her a reprieve from the grinds. She was leaking over him, pussy squeezing him.

“You scared?” he prompted.

Kamilla nodded. “Yessss.”

“Don’t be. I got you. I told you that. If I’m soaring, so are you, Mariposa. So are you,” he gritted, pulling out and repositioning them. He pressed his body against his, kissing her lips, neck, and breasts while he eased back inside. Cairo continued to kiss her as she engulfed him in her arms and legs. “They’re going to have to pry you out my dead hands. You hear me? Don’t be scared.”

He took in the tears sitting at the brim of her eyes. Cairo’s head pressed against hers.

“You promise?”

“That’s on everything. Aight? I’m never letting you go. Never.”

Kamilla’s whimper was in tandem with the shiver in her legs. “Okay. You’re trying to ruin me.”

He laughed against her lips. “Mm, marking my fucking territory. Tell me you don’t want it.”

“No,” she whimpered. “I want everything.”

“Aight, then take your dick, baby.”

Hours later, after a much needed reset, and reheating of the food, the couple was dressed and headed toward to the club. The last time he did this, he was walking in behind KP. He did a set and ended fighting his way out the club. He was invited off of being in the studio, delivering another pack. He was kept around because when KP threw the first punch, Cairo was throwing the second. KP could trust him. That trust was better than any currency.

Kamilla squeezed his hand, feeling the heaviness creep back onto his shoulders. She gently nudged him, bringing him back. “You good?”

Cairo offered her the signature nod, sunglasses covering his eyes. “You good?”